A/N; This part is set in BreezeClan. One more chapter until I get to the actual story. As you might have guessed, chapter four of the prologue will be set in StreamClan.
Those siblings couldn't be more alike.
Well, they could.
They could look exactly the same, and their names could be the same.
Sapphireheart, the blue-gray she-cat with icy blue eyes. Graniteflower, the gray she-cat with the green eyes.
They are my friends. They have been since kithood.
My only friends.
They have always been distant, their eyes wandering, and that is how I know the kindness and how motherly they are is just an act. They want to be treated like royalty. Like lovely little flowers. I'm starting to hate them. We aren't really friends anymore. Now I recognize that they scorn me. Nod politely. Treat me like dirt. They talk about me behind my back. They spread rumors that I threaten them with bodily harm if they stop being my friends.
They're the criminals. But I am treated as one. I don't know how I put up with this, but I do.
Its probably because of that small she-cat, younger than me, stronger than me, and braver than me.
She is always confident.
But I know that smile is forced, and pained. I know that the innocent and kind voice is fake to hide the true sorrow. She isn't really happy.
When she was a kit. A rogue kit, I might add. When she was a kit her parents were murdered in front of her by their supposed friends.
You can't trust anyone.
But I can trust her. In moments she is alone. Sad. In her memories, she is alone. And friendless.
They have been spreading rumors like an illness about her too. Before long, both of us are shunned. Alone. Outcasts in the midst of family.
They aren't my friends anymore.
I know that my only friend in the world is now Raventalon.
Her jet-black fur and unnatural gray eyes have haunted my dreams for moons upon moons.
That scar beneath her eye is the only remainder of what happened to her. Of what now shows clearly in her now carefully blank eyes. That slightly drooping tail.
But sometimes I see it.
The bloodlust honed and waiting to be fulfilled in her eyes. In the midst of battle, that is her element.
And yet everyone looks down to her. Tries to protect her. But she doesn't need it.
She has the skills to kill.
The skills to survive.
I am Mouseclaw.
This, my friends, is why you cannot trust kindness. All kindness...some kindness is true.
I see now why Raventalon always seemed so lonely. I am lonely.
But not as lonely as her.
I pity her.
But I see she doesn't need protecting.
The world is cruel.
That's why it's so beautiful.